No Pide Tanto, Idiota

I don't know how many times we've talked about it
And I'm getting somewhat tired, of having to repeat
And finding reasons for you to understand
Without sounding like a reprimand, that this happened because of you
Without hesitating for a moment, you assure me
That there is no reason for her to get angry like that
You say you never have enough
That you're too dependent, that it doesn't let you live
But then you drown in a glass of water

You don't understand
She wants you to write her song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask much, idiot
She doesn't ask much, idiot

You don't want to love, you don't want to be loved
She is never the first, talk to her clearly
With the soul right on the table
Avoiding promises that will never be fulfilled
It's the story of someone who never regrets
Because they always convince themselves
That they can't change
It's the chronicle of a blind man and his lie
That when repeated a thousand times, will become truth
To then drown in your glass of water

You don't understand
She wants you to write her song
To listen to her, to pay attention to her
To invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask much, idiot